Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 8

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Vegeta watched as Bulma’s eyes seemed to turn an icy shade of blue as she glared daggers at him. Any other male would have found himself shivering or even flinching at her glare, but not him. His face remained stubbornly stoic and outwardly cool! Whilst inside his body was a raging inferno of unsatisfied male desire.


Her eyes weren’t heavy lidded with passion anymore but narrowed to dangerous looking slits. Her full lips weren’t pouty and parted now but pursed into a thin line. Then she turned her back on him and stalked off! She didn’t flee like he had expected her to do but rather stalked off with her back ramrod straight and her blue head held high. He found a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt an odd sense of admiration and pride for this woman.


It had been a battle he had needed to win to prove to himself that he still possessed his self control when it came to her. Though he had to admit, it was one battle he had had to fight valiantly to win. And even now, when he should be feeling the euphoria of a victory, all he felt was the intense dissatisfaction of loss. ‘Which was completely ridiculous!’, he berated himself. However, only he would know the amount of pure mental strength and willpower it had taken for him to ignore her lush lips when they were mere inches from his own, just begging to be kissed! Yes, it had been a hard won battle to resist the overwhelming temptation to posses her lips with his own. Especially with her sweet breath and scent inflaming his senses, her soft, delectable body pressed so compliantly into his and those God damn lips calling for him to ravish them!


Frustrated with his own thoughts Vegeta let out a frustrated grunt before ripping of his armor and shirt. Bared torso with only the pants of his training suit, gloves and boots on his body, Vegeta decided it was time to let of some steam! In a very different way than his body wanted to at the moment.


Bulma sat, a cup of slowly cooling coffee embraced by both hands, staring sightlessly before her. She had completed the reversal of the energy draining process and she would bet all of her scientific expertise on the fact that it would result in success. The new found determination she had found to complete her work as soon as humanly possible and get away from Vegeta had allowed her to do just that! She had not only completed the reversal project but another more personal one as well!


‘Personal?’, her mind chastised her. But it was true. She had somehow allowed herself to become personally involved in Vegeta. Not with Vegeta, because that would have implied that he cared about her too, but in him. Even now she couldn’t stop thinking about that arrogant monkey and it grated on her nerves and pride to do so. Especially after considering how he had treated her recently. Well it was mostly her ego that was feeling the brunt of the sting that he hadn’t kissed her when she so desperately had wanted him to do so but it still hurt her emotionally too. And the fact that he had the power to do so after spending such little time in his acquaintance scared Bulma. For who knew how much more he would be able to get to her if she continued to remain with him for an extended amount of time! She had not been one to cry too often in life and yet she had felt the silvery stream of tears trickle down her face at his rejection of her.


And it was that which had allowed her to regain control of her pride! Her tears had made her angry! She had told herself sternly that she should not, would not cry over him ever again. And just like that, the crying had halted and Bulma the scientist had emerged. Once again ready to take on the world!


Of course that hadn’t stopped her from avoiding him like the plague. And she told herself that she really just did not want to be in his company anymore and it was not the fact that she still felt horrified at her wanton behavior or that she didn’t trust herself around him anymore. Not that Vegeta had tried to change her avoidance of him. Oh no, he seemed quite content to ignore her existence as well! ‘Bastard!’ And now she was done! Only she hadn’t yet found the courage to tell Vegeta the truth. She knew she couldn’t prolong it any longer and yet, deep down, she felt inwardly saddened that her time with him would soon come to an end. Not the overjoyed smug reaction she thought she would feel when she told him she had been successful in her accomplishments.


It was now Vegeta’s turn to rest and while they continued with their surprisingly domestic routine as nothing had happened – or almost happened, depends which way you looked at it – the tension in the air was so thick that Bulma was sure it could be cut through with a knife. That was why she was now sitting in the empty control room waiting for Vegeta to emerge. Kami, how she wished she had some alcohol now – instead of her plainly brewed black coffee – to give her some much needed Dutch courage. However she didn’t think Vegeta would take too kindly to her getting drunk right now. A wave of irrational anger engulfed her as she though about how much she tried to please him. Oh, she didn’t always let him get his way and she was always very willing for a verbal sparing session but whenever he was near her or looked at her with those hungry coal black eyes of his, she felt like a puppet. A brainless puppet lead around by its controlling marionette. She became so lost in her heightened senses where everything around her ceased to exist. Everything except Vegeta and her own overwhelming need to be with him. And not forgetting how she was always finding herself concerned for his well being or wanting to heal all his concealed emotional wounds. ‘Ridiculous really!’


“Shit!” Bulma cursed when she felt some warm coffee slosh over her hands. She had been clenching the cup so tightly with her annoyed anger at Vegeta and herself that the trembling cup had decided to spew some of its contents at her.


Slamming the cup down onto the counter Bulma went to wash her hands. On returning to the control room a flashing red light caught her attention. Her heart pounding so loudly she could only hear its drumming in her ears and her mind racing in every direction possible Bulma ran over to the control panel. Her graceful fingers flew across the square keys as the large monitor began to flicker. As the normally black screen was lining with a million pixels, slowly, but surely, the screen focused in on a clear picture!


“Daddy!” Bulma yelled in undisguised glee.


“Hey pumpkin.” Her father greeted sweetly. “You are just getting further and further into space aren’t you?” Her father teased. However before Bulma could reply another voice sounded.


“Bulma!” a relieved and overly excited voice called out to her.


“Yamcha?” Bulma asked in disbelief and her cheeks flushed guiltily of their own accord!


“Oh Bulma! Thank Kami you’re alright!” That had been Yamcha’s first reaction. Pure relief and joy at seeing her which then turned into a concerned and angry tirade!


“What the hell are you doing in the middle of space, so far away from home, with a bloody mad man no less?! Honestly Bulma, I knew you were a sucker for adventure, but this … this is … this is …” Yamcha shoved his hand agitatedly through his hair – which Bulma noticed had been cut short from its waist length – and started muttering under his breath about how careless she was!


“Madness?” Bulma suggested with a rueful smile. That at least returned Yamcha’s attention to her beautiful face.


He couldn’t explain in words the amount of worrying he had done when Goku had come back home to tell them that Bulma was helping Vegeta in space. Without any protection, all by herself! A man who had come to Earth to kill them all and had succeeded too! Even if he hadn’t raised his own hands at them. But how could an insane person like that be trusted with a defenseless and kind hearted woman like Bulma? He couldn’t! And how Bulma and Goku had agreed that Vegeta could was beyond Yamcha. Of course he had heard about Vegeta and Bulma’s run ins from Goku and Krillin and for some reason that put him more on edge than the thought of her all alone with that monster in space!


“Yes! Yes, that’s what it is. You need to put an end to this madness right away Bulma. Come home now!” Yamcha spoke as if she had come up with the perfect solution for this madness by her suggestion!


“Yamcha, I …” However, whatever Bulma was about to say was cut off by another voice. A voice that sounded grouchy and just a touch angry. Bulma turned around to see Vegeta standing just behind her, his torso bare and some strands of hair from the side of his head parting with the singularity of the flame shape! ‘Did he have to look so incredibly sexy?’ Bulma’s mind groaned.


“She can’t do that yet!” Vegeta replied with a mocking smirk although Bulma could tell that he wasn’t too pleased with Yamcha’s outburst.


“And why the hell not you bastard?” Bulma flinched as she heard Yamcha churlishly curse Vegeta. She, for some odd reason, did not like it. However, hadn’t I just called Vegeta that not even twenty minutes ago?’ Bulma’s mind reminded her. Is that how she felt? Only she could be the one to curse Vegeta? Only she should have the right of taking liberties with him? She sent a quick glance at Vegeta who didn’t look in the least bit phased by Yamcha’s insult. All the Saiyan Prince gave Yamcha was another of his oh so sexy smirks, which wouldn’t look that way to Yamcha of course, before turning to glare at Bulma. It was silly, but she felt like a naughty child who had just been caught red handed with her hand in the cookie jar just before dinner. Honestly, she was a grown woman! And she hadn’t been doing anything wrong.


“Bulma, Goku told me what had happened on Planet Yardrat, but there really is no reason for you to travel so far away from home. Why couldn’t he have come back to Earth instead?” Yamcha asked, completely ignoring the way Vegeta stood so familiarly close to Bulma with his hands crossed as he too waited for Bulma’s reaction.


‘Well, here goes!’ Bulma took in a deep breath to steady herself. “Well that’s a long story Yamcha. But the good news is that I have completed helping Vegeta here and I should be making my way back home soon!” Bulma let out the breath she had been holding! She had expected Vegeta to reply first, but she was sorely disappointed. It was Yamcha who spoke first while Vegeta stiffened next to her!


“That’s great babe! Now you can get back home. Would you like me to come find you?” Yamcha offered in an overly sweet and tender voice that Bulma had not heard him use for a while now.


“No!” Bulma’s refusal was so instant and sharp that Yamcha frowned at her. “It just doesn’t make sense for you to come all the …”


Again Bulma’s amending excuses were cut off as the screen went blank and with in the blink of an eye Vegeta was standing before her. Once her keen mind processed what had just happened Bulma instantly shrieked at Vegeta!


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Vegeta winced as Bulma’s evil shrieks pierced his sensitive Saiyan ears. It was because of the momentary squinting of his eyes and lack of concentration on his part did she manage to push past him and fly over to the control panel. He watched as she tried to regain contact with her father and that sniveling weakling who was her lover from Earth. Pathetic! He would have thought the woman would have had more taste in choosing her suitors.


However it was not that which had him silently seething inside. She had completed the process of the energy draining process and she had not told him immediately! He knew she had been avoiding him as if he would contaminate her with a deadly virus – which had suited him just fine – after their little incident but she should have told him first! She should not have blurted it out so casually while she was having a conversation with those two male idiots from Earth!


Snarling at her slightly tensed back like a vicious dog Vegeta walked over to the control panel and slammed his palm down onto its keyboard once again. The ship immediately gave a violent jerk before righting itself with a mechanic melody of beeping. He was glad that the ship had been so cleverly constructed to function autonomously. During which Bulma had been thrown of balance and steadied by Vegeta’s strong and very capable hands.


“You idiot! You could have crashed the ship and killed us both! What is wrong with …” Bulma’s angry reprimands were cut off by the press of Vegeta’s lips against hers.


Her eyes widened as it had not been something she had just now expected him to do! Far from it. But then her brilliant mind started working over time and it screamed at her! ‘Wasn’t this what you’ve wanted for so long! Wanted, craved, needed!’ And it was true! When her shock began to wane she felt the forceful pressure of Vegeta’s lips moving against hers. There was nothing soft or tender about his kiss. It was raw and primal, strong and fast, hard and demanding, just like the man himself! And it was everything that she had ever expected their kiss to be – everything she had ever wanted it to be! It lived up to her fantasized expectations and then some! But it was when his tongue snaked from his mouth to probe the opening of her lips did Bulma gasp. His wet, warm tongue was like the first rays of sunshine after a storm. Yet it was strong and powerful making her entire being erupt into beaming excitement.


She couldn’t help but shiver as his tongue caressed her own, his pace slowed to a languidness of tasting and exploring. She moaned as she pressed herself closer to him, loving the feel of all his sexy hardness against her soft body. The contrast between them so erotic and perfect! He tasted so good! Like the finest wine or sweetest fruit or richest dessert. And yet it was as spicy as the hottest curry or blazing like the wildest flame or darker than the deepest tunnels! And yet, her palette seemed to agree that this was a taste she would die with out!


However it was the feel of Vegeta’s insistent erection and the triumphant smirk that she could so clearly feel imprinted on her own lips that made her stiffen! He couldn’t do that to her! She was not some kind of plaything that he could pick up to amuse himself with when it suited him! She was not a sex slave to be indulged in whenever the mood struck! And she was most certainly not an enemy to be conquered! She courageously lifted her hands and pressed both her delicate palms into his chest. Pushing with all her might Bulma tried to keep her wild mind steady and her racing heart from exploding! He stopped kissing her then but he did not let her go, instead he held her palms flat against his chest in a powerful hold. She knew he was trying to prove that it hadn’t been her who had stopped the kiss! He still wanted to be in full control! But there was no way she would let him control her!


“Let … me … go!” Bulma said trough gritted teeth. Her hands did not clench against his chest in tight fists due to her frustration but rather because of the feel of his powerful pectoral muscles. She wanted to run her palms down his chest and hard stomach, to go lower and feel his throbbing … ‘Stop that!’ Bulma’s mind screamed at her.


She watched as Vegeta’s eyes glinted dangerously and with his triumphant smirk the effect of those two actions together made her shiver.


“Woman, relax. I’m not going to devour you whole.” He said in a husky whisper. His head bending towards her ear. “Unless you want me to.” And his teeth grazed her earlobe lightly. The action was so erotic, so intimate that Bulma jerked back from Vegeta. This time he let her go. She straightened her back and arranged her face into a cool and collected expression. She refused to let him see the turmoil his one single kiss and his teeth on her ear had caused her!


Vegeta would have laughed at Bulma’s cool façade had his own body not been caught in a painful limbo of days worth of unsatisfied desire and frustration. He had not meant to kiss her though he did not enjoy the way her full lips had thinned into a disapproving line while she spat venomous insults at him. At the time he had told himself it was just a good way to shut her up! Though never had he imagined how truly mind blowing that one kiss would be. And now he had the immense satisfaction of seeing her full lips swollen and looking thoroughly kissed. And knowing that he did that to her made him feel some strange sense of triumph. He could smell her sweet arousal fragrancing the air around them, feel her desire for him as if it were solid as rock, see her erect nipples peaking through her flimsy top and hear her labored breathing!


He hadn’t wanted to let her go! He had wanted to continue ravishing her mouth until they were both horizontal on the floor and she verbally and physically begged him to ravish her exposed skin and voluptuous curves! To taste every silky inch of her. But he had felt her stiffen and she had pushed him away from her! He would never force himself on a woman. No matter how desperately he wanted her.


“If you do that again then I promise I will leave here without returning your energy to you!” Bulma threatened. It was a childish threat and a weak one at that, but it was the best she could think of at the time! In fact she was surprised she could still think at all! Especially after Vegeta’s intense sexual ministrations on her sensitized and aching body!


Vegeta felt his body tense as he heard her feminine scorn. Yes, hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn. But what was she so upset about. He had given her exactly what she had been begging for not very long ago. But that was not his concern at the moment. Regaining his energy was! The thought of torturing and physically forcing her to help him made his stomach turn over! It was not something Vegeta ever felt as he was not easily disgusted. He had been tortured in slime infested dungeons, ripped out peoples insides, eaten the cooked flesh of his victims and not once had he ever felt like he would throw up at the sight. Not even at seeing a worm! But the images of a broken Bulma hovering over him to do his bidding did just that to him! So he would have to call her bluff!


“Do not waste your breath on empty threats woman. You should have told me the instant you had completed the task.” Vegeta accused. “Not while you were making contact with your accomplices to try and escape.”


Bulma stared at Vegeta dumbfoundedly. She was quite sure that he had overheard most of the conversation with Yamcha and her father and they both knew that she had made no such plan! But she guessed the monkey was just upset and wanted her to know it!


“You know that’s not true! And I wasn’t the one to make contact with my family Vegeta.” Bulma defended.


“I don’t care woman! I require my energy back! Right this moment!”


“Are you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Bulma asked, unable to conceal her concern for him. She would have preferred to have his body prepared for this. Like after one of his intense work out sessions.


Of course she would bet her life on her own work but it was still something that was not tried and tested. She could do major damage to him. Possibly even kill him. And he was no ordinary being. His body could have a perverse reaction to her design.


“Of course I am ready woman! What kind of stupid question is that?” His eyebrows drew together and a scowl darkened his face. “You have completed the task haven’t you?”


“Yes! Yes, of course I have.” Bulma said immediately as she waved her hand dismissively in the air. “It still is a risk though. But I’m sure things will work out just fine.” Bulma added in, more to comfort herself than the strong Saiyan warrior.


“Good then, lets get this over with!” Vegeta’s face went back to his air of nonchalance as he propped himself up on a stool and waited for her.


Sighing exasperatedly Bulma went over to him. She pulled out the tiny capsule from the pocket of her shorts all the while ignoring the raised eyebrow of Vegeta. She hadn’t wanted to loose it that was all! But with not a small amount of reluctance did she lightly throw the capsule onto the table. And as always, with a puff of pink smoke the hidden contents were revealed. It was no different from her ED gun and yet it was completely different in action in every way!


Vegeta just sat still with his arm outstretched, not saying a word as he watched her. Bulma could feel perspiration dampen her upper lip as she wriggled slightly from the tension. She was glad that Vegeta didn’t growl at her in impatience. Picking up the hand sized gun Bulma reluctantly took Vegeta’s bare arm in her hand. She could feel the warmth of his flesh and it gave a slight thrill of power at the position she had wielded him into. However she just could not believe that a man who could kiss so passionately and feel so warm could exude such an icy coldness and detachment on the outside!


“This will cause a great amount of pain you know. It could even be worse than when I shot you with the ED gun.” Bulma warned him.


Without even so much as flinching, Vegeta focused his dark eyes on her own. “I am no stranger to pain woman. Any kind of pain!”


His eyes were cold and hard not heated and blazing like when he had kissed her. They were eyes of a man who had witnessed life, and not just an easy life. His simple statement did not need to be elaborated for Bulma to understand that indeed this man – a man who intrigued her more so than any technological project ever had – was no stranger to pain! A sharp pull of empathy tugged at her senses making her want to drop her gun and wrap her arms around him. She wanted to give him the love and care he had missed out on when he was little and help him heal into a better man. She wanted so badly to make things alright for him, just so she could catch a glimpse of the man she knew was hidden beneath all that hatred and pain! But without a doubt, she knew he would never allow her to do so!


Taking in a deep breath Bulma pressed the gun into Vegeta’s flesh, concentrating on the task at hand, as her index and middle finger squeezed onto the trigger.


Instantly Vegeta shot from his seat and Bulma dropped the gun with a loud clatter onto the floor. Her hand flew up to her constricting chest as she watched wide eyed Vegeta’s reactions. All she could think about at the time was … ‘Oh Kami! I was right. I am right!’


As soon as the sharp wave of a laser had pierced through his skin Vegeta had felt like his body was being pumped with relentless pressure. His veins began to pulsate as the blood rushed through every nerve ending he possessed. His breathing grew sharp and rapid and he felt as if something was being sprung to life inside of him. It was the same surge of adrenaline he felt when he powered up, only it was a million times more intense. And then, suddenly, his body began to relax. His muscles stopped clenching, his insides stopped expanding and his breathing settled. However, he felt it immediately. The sense of fulfillment and completeness!


He immediately powered up, only doing so with caution so as not to affect the ship, and created a halo of energy in mid air. He commanded it wisely to wrap around the pale Bulma who seemed to have regained some of her color after he had stopped squirming in agony. Although it had been blissful agony! He steered the ring of energy to drag her towards him. She did not protest or resist but moved lethargically forward. Then she was standing nose to nose before him.


“It worked.” She whispered huskily. Her voice raw as if she had not used it for ages! “And you’re fine.” She pointed out her eyes pooling with unshed tears.


Vegeta did not reply. It was not his style. And yet he found himself wanting to drain the tears she was to prideful to shed and brighten up her beautiful face with one of those enigmatic smiles of hers. He didn’t know why she affected him so, he just knew that she did. And for now, that would be enough.


“I can go now.” It wasn’t a statement. It was a question! He recognized it all to well. But he could not bring himself to utter those words she so desperately wanted to hear! Vegeta would not ask her to stay! That was a decision she would have to make on her own. He watched as she bit her quivering bottom lip and almost groaned at the effect that the innocent yet simply seductive movement had on his body. And so he nodded his agreement. For she could go now – if she wanted to! It was words he only thought and dared not utter. He would have no swaying voice in her ultimate decision. At his seemingly calm reaction she did not weep, neither did she become angry, instead she released her lip from its hold and gave him a wobbly but brave smile. She would never know how intensely that one smile had made his chest clench and his insides shiver. With a flick of his wrist his halo tugged at Bulma’s body and she gracefully moved into his own body, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. It was as if she had expected the notion. And although Vegeta did not return the embrace with his own two hands the ringed halo grew from its length, the bottom and top expanding from its middle to engulf Bulma and Vegeta in its immense magnitude of strength. And it was that that made Bulma feel as if she had just received the most powerful embrace in all her life!


In that moment she felt like when she would walk out of Vegeta’s life she would forever remember this one precious moment! A moment that had touched every single part of her being and was engraved into her soul!


Authors Note: I must admit, I wasn’t too happy with the way the previous chapter turned out, and so I wanted to get this one out as soon as possible! But I must say I really enjoyed writing this one. Hope everyone enjoyed reading it just as much!


So is this the end of the road for Bulma and Vegeta? Only time will tell!


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